This is one of the songs I've written in the past. When you think of it, when we create, we first take the thoughts or dreams in our minds, which are not "matter" so to speak, and then bring them down to earth and shape them into things we can touch.
Lyrics
SCULPTURES IN THE AIR
Jackie Carlyle ©
IN BETWEEN MY FINGERS SHAPES GO SWIRLING BY
LIKE BUTTERFLYS THEY CRAWL UNTIL THEY BREAK THEIR FORMS AND FLY
SOUNDS CURL AROUND SILVER STRINGS LIKE GOLDEN STRANDS OF HAIR
I SIT INSIDE MY ROOM AND MAKE SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR
A THOUGHT IS JUST A THOUGHT
NOTHING BUT A VAPOR
UNTIL YOU GIVE IT SHAPE
OR PUT IT DOWN ON PAPER
YOU MUST MOLD ALL YOU'RE REVEALING
IF YOU WANT TO HOLD THAT FEELING
FOR YOU ARE ITS CREATOR, YOU ARE ITS CREATOR
ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS IS HOW WE LIVE OUR LIVES
SOME MEN CREATE SUCH MISERY AND SOME WILL SACRIFICE
THERE’S THE HOLY MAN WHO CHANTS THE THIEF AND MILLIONAIRE
THEY ALL MAKE THEIR SPECIAL SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR
I WATCH A CANDLE GLOW TILL THE WICK HAS DIED
STILL I SEE IT BURNING WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
NOBODY CAN TELL ME THAT THERE'S NOTHING THERE
I CAN TURN THAT FLAME INTO A SCULPTURE MADE OF AIR
A THOUGHT IS JUST A THOUGHT
NOTHING BUT A VAPOR
UNTIL YOU GIVE IT SHAPE
OR PUT IT DOWN ON PAPER
YOU MUST MOLD ALL YOU'RE REVEALING
IF YOU WANT TO HOLD THAT FEELING
FOR YOU ARE ITS CREATOR, YOU ARE ITS CREATOR
ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS IS HOW WE LIVE OUR LIVES
SOME MEN CREATE SUCH MISERY AND SOME WILL SACRIFICE
THERE’S THE HOLY MAN WHO CHANTS THE THIEF AND MILLIONAIRE
THEY ALL MAKE THEIR SPECIAL SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR